It's not just the invisible and intangible "atmosphere". Everyone present can truly feel the chill seeping out of their souls. The entire range radiates from the muscular man to the surroundings, starting from breathing.
Every movement becomes so difficult and heavy.
"No, big brother...I made a slip of the tongue, please call me Muscular Man...or else, call me Boss..." Under the tremendous pressure, sweat began to form on the host's face.
"Do you think I want to be bald? If it weren't for this deceptive talent... As I said just now, anyone who calls me bald will die!"
Before the words could be finished, the muscular man jumped out while everyone was astonished. A big fist stopped half an inch in front of the host, and his wrist was clasped by the dead fisheyes who had stood beside the host at some point.
A drop of sweat slid down from the host's forehead, past a pair of cross-eyed eyes that stared at his fists, and then fell along the tip of his nose.
"Don't stop me!" The muscular man was caught off guard and swung the arm held by Dead Fish Eyes backwards, throwing the stunned Dead Fish Eyes away and smashing him against the wall. There was a heavy muffled sound, and the metal wall of the hall was shaken.
It was actually slightly dented by the punch. Looking back, the muscular man's other fist had already hit the side of the host's head.
The host's head was flattened, and was hung on his shoulders by his limp neck. One eyeball shot out, hit the wall far away, and then exploded. Brains mixed with blood overflowed from the vaguely visible remnants of the facial features.
All over the place.
Then, as the ten-minute voting time and its background music ended, the muscular man's own body and the host's body fell to the ground in an unnatural posture at the same time, motionless.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" the twintails screamed heartbreakingly.
Qu Yun, on the other hand, was quietly observing.
It's funny, it only takes one second for the innocence on a person's face to disappear completely.
But, why don’t I like the twin ponytails’ current face?
Because you dislike her for panicking when something trivial happens? Or... there is a feeling in your chest that you have forgotten for a long time. Is this considered heartache?
Others don't have Miss Qu's courage to treat the death of a person as a trivial matter... Okay, pervert. At this time, the hall was already in chaos, with Director Wang running away with his head in his arms; the briefcase with eyes wide open; and the sudden shooting in his eyes
The desire for violence, the giggling Ma Zai; the dumbfounded tattooed man; the numb and curled-up prostitute...
The entire hall reminds people of the theater where "The Rite of Spring" premiered. Roaring, panicked, crazy, drunken... all kinds of creatures, demons dancing wildly. Screams, laughter, howling, gasping...
…The sound is harsh and startling every second.
It's a pity that Qu Yun's heart was not shocked. She always wore a light smile, like the only person in the disco who did not drink or dance, sitting in the corner reading, just observing herself.
Originally, this host with an opaque face was listed as the second most important candidate for the killer. I never expected that this guy would be the first one to die. As expected, this bald man should be the super killer in reality.
A member of the human race, according to Qu Yun's clues, it means that he is a veteran of this game.
So, how could he dare to blatantly violate the rules after knowing them? Absolutely confident in his own strength? Impossible. If a guy who can't even restrain the rules of the game comes out to fight with newcomers like himself, then he shouldn't play at all.
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This may be a bit emotional, but in fact, this judgment has an objective basis. Based on the data collected during this period, the population ratio of the real world and the number of supermen appearing, it is speculated that the mortality rate of Lamarck's game should be limited to a certain range.
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This shows that there must be a corresponding and reasonable balance mechanism in the game. Intelligence, physical strength, creativity, endurance, influence, reaction, psychological quality, plus a little bit of luck. All of these combined can be exerted to a certain extent beyond ordinary people.
, it should definitely survive.
Should we get rid of this scourge now? Qu Yun thought about casting her gaze on the slightly sunken wall. If she looked carefully, she could find a human-shaped sunken crack. That was the coating of unknown material on the metal wall, which was now broken.
It fell down, revealing the intact metal plate at the back. But since it felt like it was just metal earlier, it didn't suffer any damage even after being hit by Ma Zai.
Compared with the damage, its hardness is no worse than ordinary metal. It just lacks toughness and cannot deform like metal to resist impact that is enough to shatter. The dead fish eyes under the crack were smashed to pieces.
After lying down for a long time, I crawled several times before I got up. It seemed that even a superman like Muscular Man would not be able to break the rules and break through the wall to kill people at night.
la do,mi,re,fa……
A low string band tune suddenly sounded. Accompanied by the accompanying woodwind melody, the volume and timing matched the background music of a movie, covering the entire room and attracting everyone's attention. People were crying, shouting, and wailing.
Those who were in a daze, those who were trembling with indignation, all fell silent for a moment.
This is... Qu Yun suffered from an occupational disease again. After thinking about it for a moment. Isn't this Mozart's Requiem? It's so suitable for the occasion. It plays when someone hangs up? It doesn't seem to be the case. The Arabic numerals displayed together with the music indicate the time.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, the music reminded me to go back to the room through the door lock.
As the music progressed, the muscular man who had fallen down not long ago stood up, rubbing his head, frightening the good students beside him to the point of peeing. Everyone in the week was either angry, frightened or thoughtful.
Look at the muscular man.
They were just watching. No matter how unwilling or resentful their eyes were, no one spoke. Until Qu Yun clapped her hands and shouted: "Okay, okay~ Those of you who want to survive will die if you don't go back to your room quickly."
." After saying that, he went back on his own.
Qu Yun's voice is very nice. Especially when she speaks loudly, it's like singing, which can calm people down from their emotions. When everyone hears the words, although there is still a tangle of confusion in their hearts, it's as mixed as having knocked over a condiment shop.
In the end, everyone went back to their rooms.
In the room, Qu Yun didn't think any more or worry about anything. She looked through the novel knowledge on the bookshelf with interest until ten o'clock in the evening. In an instant, all the lights in the room were turned off automatically, leaving only the dim pink water in the bathtub.
Lamp. She didn't panic. She just put the pages she read on the table and tried to fiddle with every light switch, but it was of no use. So she simply took a bath and went to bed.
After a comfortable night's sleep, Qu Yun was awakened by a magnificent symphony. The music was the first movement of Richard Strauss's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" Sunrise. It is another profound piece of work.
, Qu Yun rubbed her eyes, thinking about it while half asleep.
They are all tracks with a particularly strong philosophical meaning. Is this hinting at some hidden clues? As she changed her clothes, she dexterously put away the warning she made last night using cans emptied from the refrigerator and torn rag strips.